Medieval Funeral

I think your title is unique, and I like it, as it sets you up for what's to follow. Your language usage is superb and it flows beautifully. I love the theme... dark and brooding. Always, Cat

I like that you're honest about yourself. I'm new to Neopoet, well a couple of weeks, a poem a day, so I guess I'm not so new now. I don't deal with funerals very well. I hate final goodbyes to the ones I love, be it a pet or family. I Like this poem because it tells it as it is at a funeral. I never stand by a grave I always stand in the shadows like I wasn't part of the mourners. When my father was being buried I sat on a bench a good distance away beside the funeral cars smoking a cigarette watching my family gathered around the grave. The drivers asked if I was related to the family, I just blew a puff of smoke and looked away. Can you understand that? I refused to believe that that was my father in that box, so I didn't look at it. Loved your poem Lonnie xena465

Perfect title that draws the reader in. The poem that follows carries the somber beat of a funeral procession. I see why cat liked this one so much. Nothing to correct as I had the privilege of seeing this before it was posted Me

Dear Lonnie its all been said with Panache before me ... and its a wonderful write, Cats spot on with her comment on the title it really did set the tone for the read love and hugs Jayne-Chloe

No one spins a tale quite like you do Lonnie. I am always pleased. ~A "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine

"and the tolling of the bell like some elegy from Hell buries disbelief" I loved this part although not in agreement with it! This is a well written poem Lonnie and I haven't yet done justice to your poetry I hope I shall manage to sometime. Yours with respect Ann of Norway.

OF THIS WORLD COLLOSAL YOU HAVE EXCEPTIONAL TALENT_REGARDS I DO not think you are awesome YOU ARE GREAT MAN

Love the poem, great structure and eerily effective. Deep dark gothic like you promised No crits, you are a master of form and content. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

This is an amazing write, Lonnie. It is measurable from the yardstick of good poetry - whether it is rhyme scheme, choice of words, or flow. When a poem is infused with feelings it leaves impression on the heart of readers. This one falls in that category. I attended the burial of my parents when I was a child. Since then many of my friends and relatives died but being away from my homeland I could not attend their funeral. In some cases the news of their death also could not reach me. When I went back and looked for them I came to hear about their demise. I have written a poem My Departed Friends. Keep up the flow of your pen. Regards -Mohammad

I forgot to mention in my comment why I thought your structure was so superb. It is the "dying fall" at the end of each stanza. Utterly perfect for tone Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

...not much to say...im speechless...i wonder how you do it... :)